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April 3, 2015April 2, 2015

Poetry: THE O IN OBLIVION –David Feinstein

THE O IN OBLIVION

Staring at a window is no way to begin.
I didn’t want to
but I have.
The sun happens, but not to us.
A squirrel maneuvers
high in the branches,
too high up.
My eye itches.
It’s not like you need
to know any of this.
It’s like the world
is a giant, ruthless magnet
pulling at our eyes,
roaring distances
we feel a responsibility
briefly, to move between.
Space is a real thing
if you think about it.
But I don’t want to, or didn’t.
I wanted to vanish
inside all those vowels
set skidding in place.
I wanted to go somewhere
darker, faster, then lighter,
that somewhere being now
or now. No, not now, now.

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David Feinstein’s poems have appeared in Tin House, Forklift, Ohio, The Atlas Review, Ilk, and Jellyfish, among others. He is the author of the chapbook Woods Porn: The Adventures of Little Walter (No Dear / Small Anchor Press, 2014). He currently lives in Amherst, MA where he teaches writing and is a member of the Connecticut River Valley Poets Theatre.